Paul Wall
Paul Wall - They Don't Know (Ft.Mike Jones songtekst
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They don't know what that scar about They don't know what that bar about They don't know what that candy car about Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay Already! What you know about swangaz and vogues? What you know about purple drank? What you know about poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint? What you know about white shirts Starched down jeans with a razor crease? Platinum and gold on top our teeth Big ol' chains with a iced out piece You don't know about Michael Watts You don't know about DJ Screw What you know about man, hold up I done came down and what it do? You don't know about P.A.T What you know about Free Pimp C? What you know about the Swishahouse, man? What you know about the S.U.C.? We keep it, playa, ain't no fake We be holdin' plex whenever haters hate We listen to music screwed and chopped Down here in this Lone Star state Outta towners be comin' around Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down But you don't know nuthin' about my town Either hold it down or move around They don't know what that scar about They don't know what that bar about They don't know what that candy car about Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay Mike Jones, me and Paul, we actin' a fool When screens fall, I'm packin' a tool I'm Texas raised, Texas made We grind daily, no minimum wage I represent the home of candy cars Screw music and purple bar Trunk bangin', fifth hangin' 84's and vogue swangin' Belt-buckles, we wear in Texas Rag-tops lay down on Lexus Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace Haters hate 'cuz we well respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone? We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone? We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I crack a smile and show platinum mouth Every time I rap, I rep Swishahouse I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults 5 G's for me to even open my mouth They don't know what that scar about They don't know what that bar about They don't know what that candy car about Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay Already, hold on, hold up a second 'cuz Boys comin' down blue or red Down here pimpin' ain't dead Grindin' daily to stack my bread I from the place where girls jump fly Now a days the brauds pimp brauds 'Cuz they got more game then most these guys You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed You don't know about chunkin' a deuce You don't know about a Southside fade Down here we be ridin' D's But you don't know about choppin' blades Texas Southern or Prairie View What you know about battle of the bands? Down here we got ghetto grub Like wings, chicken or Timmy Chan's You can catch me ridin' swang What you know about sippin' syrup You don't know about pourin' it up Purple drank so speech is slurred You don't know about the way we talk Boys say we got country words But I don't really care what you heard 'Cause you don't know about the Dirty Third They don't know what that scar about They don't know what that bar about They don't know what that candy car about Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay